This, the damn shaking, the “essential” tremors should calm the fuck down after my kopf kuttng – this next big surgery
I got my wish, mes amis – Barker’s gonna open me up in early to mid January. PHEW! I’ll get the exact date later today.
Ya know one of the things I love about him? He has a sense of humor – he’s real. He gets me. In yesterday’s meeting, while I was still thinking I had to sell him on cracking me open sooner than later, I melodramatically bleated “I just wanna feel like ME again.” He smiled and said “well, I can’t make you 18 again.” This naturally led to me telling him about Scalzi’s Old Man’s War (which, incredibly, he hasn’t read) and the whole consciousness transfer into brand-y new healthy bods dealio. Barker’s response? “We’re working on that.” I musta looked mega astounded and all SIGN ME UP because he quickly added “Not here but…” and then we got back to my non-fictional bean.
He mentioned that he still uses the mug I made for him, 15 years ago – the last time he saved my life. It's his favorite "because it's so big." Given that last surgery with him went 18 motherfucking hours (!!!) I figured an extra big jolt juice jar was appropriate.
Time estimate for this new event? Six hours! Yeah, like Felicity said "it's a drive-by."
Reality has one advantage over fiction — it does not have to be plausible.
~ Joe Carroll
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